Psychotic Attraction

OF GUITARS BOOKS AND BASEBALL

((your pov))

after byakuya left, everyone went on to do their own thing. i went back to my room. and started practicing guitar. at least i have more free time, i think to myself.

i start practicing an old song of mine that i was never able to throw at the public. actually, none of my songs made it. the whole school and their parents loved my music, but no producers wanted to work with me, so i had no way of getting my music out there for everyone to listen to. so much for the "prodigious guitarist" everyone claims i am.

after a while i hear a knock on my door. i put my guitar down on my bed and walk to the door, as the knocking stops. i open the door and standing there is the purple cladded toko.

as i slowly notice who it is, i stand there in confusion, since she never wants to talk to anyone, and she ran away earlier when i went to talk to her.

"hey toko! glad to see you man!"

i put my hand on her shoulder and smile widely, while giving a thumbs up with my other hand.

i notice her face turns red from embarrassment as she quickly looks to the side and exhales. she didn't say anything so i sat back down on my bed, resuming my practice session.

toko slowly walks inside, now looking around at my room.

"hey man," i start. "your not gonna murder me, are ya?" i start laughing.

"n-no of- of course n-not." she stutters. "w-why would you thi-think t-that?"

i jokingly smile at toko, who's still not even daring to look at me.

"i was just kidding around man. you need anythi-"

before i could finish my sentence, she runs out and slams the door. what's her problem?

i walk to the door to try to chase her as a voice behind me snaps me out of my confusion.

"hey, (Y/N)."

i turn around to see a red haired guy, wearing all white clothes, who has multiple piercings and chains, and a small beard that's tied up similar to a ponytail.

"hey leon. here to teach me some baseball tips and tricks?" that sounded better in my head, but whatever.

"as if man, i heard you shredding guitar from down the hall, since your door was wide open. that was awesome." he puts his arm around my shoulders and squeezes a little. he puts his knuckles on my head and starts roughly rubbing my scalp with them.

"you should teach me your stuff man. i always wanted to be in a band, but i was forced to play baseball. haha."

"you'd have a hard time playing just the triangle. what makes u think i'd teach u anything?" i asked jokingly.

he sticks his tongue out, showing off another piercing.

"if i wanted to, i bet i couldn't even teach u the difference between a baseball and the bat." he laughs.

"then you just suck at teaching. bet you couldn't teach even a toddler."

we both laugh. i think me and him are gonna get along just fine.